Changes Afoot…

Prime Minister Mark Carney & Justin Trudeau

On the cusp of his sixtieth birthday, this economic shaman, Mark Carney, born in the year of the Snake, handsomely won the Liberal leadership on the first ballot, thereby becoming Canada’s 24th Prime Minister. Thank you, dear Justin Trudeau for nobly having served this great beautiful land of ours. I fell deeply in love with this man and his family when in 1998 in the biting cold of a Montréal winter’s day, I stood outside St. Viateur and wept with most everyone onlooking as Justin and his bereft family followed their brother and beloved son’s casket from the tiny church. Pierre Trudeau was never the same after that; thereafter, he’d be observed in the park next to his lovely art deco home with the black dog aimlessly playing with itself and quietly attendant as the former Prime Minister stood alone and worlds removed from his outer reality.

Chancellor George Osborne announces Mark Carney as Governor of the Bank of England

So many wonderful firsts for PM Carney. First Canadian Prime Minister from the territories, first foreign born Governor of the Bank of England, after having served as the Governor of the Bank of Canada. Harvard & Oxford educated, our new Prime Minister, Mark Carney has a PHD in Economics. Of course, since having been elected that blasted felon has had to take a moment to recalibrate.

This pathological liar and reptilian off-worlder, with a fiendishly loyal band of violent stowaways, seems to think that he can lie his way into the annexation of Canada. He is the most vile, hideous, disruptive moron and, of course, he represents the White tribe’s last great stand as the planet’s top baboon. You can fight all you want and throw up all manner of repressive lunatic edicts favoured by tyrants throughout time, your murderous regime will never endure. We here in Canada do not have time to be another territory of a rogue colonial Middle Eastern gulag where Poles and others get to indulge their genocidal tendencies. This is Canada and we are not disavowing our sovereignty to please anyone, entitled or otherwise. Just like England’s Henry VI, that reptilian masquerading as human will come to no good end, his racialised empire is doomed to failure.

Canadian Parliament, Ottawa

We are Canadian and under no circumstances are we ever giving up 18 months of paid parental leave, healthcare, child support to age 18, childcare, dental care for minors and seniors, subsidised drugs after age 65. OAS, CPP and GIS. Why exactly would we give up any of these benefits, let alone all and for what? Healthcare should not involve bankruptcy or having to resort to gofundme.com as a desperate way to fund one’s healthcare. We don’t have mass school shootings and don’t want them. We most definitely do not want Canada suddenly overrun by at least 70 million gun-crazed, Christo-fascist lunatics demanding that Canadians fall into line, which is precisely the outcome that would unfold.

Effectively, immediately, with the declaration of war from the mentally unbalanced President, Canada needs to ban the movement of Americans across its borders as far too many of them will be attempting to cross the border in advance of annexation about which they’ve grown obsessed since their fabulist insurrectionist lied to them and falsely declared that Canada owes them money and that America has been subsidising Canada to the tune of 200$B plus per year.

This is not a threat; the declaration of war from the world’s biggest loser, has united Canada and has catapulted us into looking inward and divorcing our glorious nation from being in any way associated with a failed, bankrupt, racist, collapsing empire of 750 plus military bases across the planet. This is our Canada, not America’s. From our lumber, to potash, steel, aluminium, oil, gas, nickel, pharmaceuticals and hydro electricity, we are done with you. We will take this time to save Canadian steel by immediately building high-speed rail from Toronto, Ottawa, Montréal to Québec City and from Edmonton, Calgary, Banff to Vancouver in the Lower Mainland. To hell with you, you’ve nothing edifying to offer. We are tired of your racism. We are tired with your grooming gun-crazed cop shows, film and TV ethos of latter day Brahminism where the few damn well rewrite American history whilst erasing Black, Brown & Native American history and culture.

PC Pierre Poilievre

Conservative leader, Pierre Poilievre is compromised and is supported by the likes of Jordan Peterson, Elon Musk and favoured by Donald Trump, despite his recent remarks. More importantly, Pierre has styled himself as a Trumpian conservative. Precisely why this man who has never introduced a single bill in Parliament after 20 years, is unfit to be prime minister is that he was the subject of a CSIS investigation, which concluded that the Government of India interfered in the last Canadian Federal election to Poilievre’s advantage; this is why he refuses to get a security clearance. Pierre opposes abortion, LGBTQ rights, First Nations’ reconciliation and other alarming American conservative positions. Poilievre has voted in parliament against the expansion of the Canada Pension to match the rise in the cost of living, he has also voted in favour of not expanding the Canada pension scheme; too, he favoured the idea of Employers not paying in to their workers’ pension plan. Poilievre would readily sell off universal healthcare in Canada to the American insurers who would readily expand their market share and make Canadians have to resort to gofundme to cover their healthcare costs in an emergency.

Alberta Premier Danielle Smith

In a recent show of her disdain for Canadian federalism, Danielle Smith refused to attend in person a premier’s emergency meeting to address Trump tariffs, instead attending by Zoom. She has dismissed Prime Minister Mark Carney as not having any experience in federal politics; this said while pitching Canada as a 51st state in Texas. The man who single-handedly saved Canada in the banking crisis of 2008 and again kept afloat the British banking system and economy at Brexit, when both governor of the Banks of Canada and England is ill-equipped to manage the finances of Canada in its greatest financial crisis, Smith sees PM Mark Carney as unqualified for the job of Canadian prime minister. Smith, unlike any other Canadian premier hightailed it to Mar-a-Lago after Trump’s win to promise him that she would secure him Alberta oil at a cheap rate. All resources are Canada’s and no province has sole proprietorship. She is a wild rose conservative, who welcomes the Christo-fascism of the Trump administration.

NDP leader Jagmeet Singh needs to do the honourable thing, like Bloc Québécois leader, Yves-François Blanchet and announce to their supporters to vote three NDP and Bloc Québécois candidates into power and the rest of their vote should strategically go to secure a resounding Liberal majority, headed by economist PM, Mark Carney. America has declared war on Canada and now, more than ever, we need to vote intelligently. Neither the Bloc nor NDP can form the opposition or for that matter the next government. A vote for them is the terrifyingly real possibility of Poilievre becoming the next Canadian prime minister. That would assuredly mean that he would roll over to Trump and allow Canada to lose its sovereignty and become the 51st state.

Make no mistakes about it, America is broke and Canada’s resources are what these power mad clowns are after. DOGE will be their undoing. Both are racist White male boors who are little aware of the bigger picture. Seriously, how is that even supposed to work? We just surrender and in exchange for gun-crazed Americans by the tens of millions, rushing across their northern border and seeing it as the new gold rush into the wild wild north of yesteryear’s wild wild west, we get to be American second-class citizens. Fuck that! Canadians are as different to Americans as Norwegians are to Italians. We have distinct cultures and morals that have positively nothing in common. I would defend with every fibre of my being First Nations societies and the Québécois maintaining their distinct cultures and languages. Time to elbow up and ban all America fare, not just alcohol, but TV, film. Slap tariffs on their film and television, because it is not as though they favour Canadian culture or actors. Nope, we are never as favoured or seemingly as good as Britons, thanks to their proximity to the Royal family and BAFTA having its only external wing in Los Angeles that affords them elbow room over all other foreign comers. Well, to hell with all that. Time to take Canadian film and TV to the next level.

True north strong and free! Elbows way up. Vive le Canada libre!

Oscar Peterson Trio – C Jam Blues

Live in Denmark,1964.

Oscar Peterson – Piano

Ray Brown – Bass

Ed Thigpen – Drums

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You are to Jazz what wings are to an ostrich; what the fuck do eagles care that queer, unaware ostriches have wings?

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Piñatas Get Whacked!

Queen Margrethe II 16.4.1940 Dragon 7.2.7 = 7

I have always admired this Queen, Margrethe II, and it never failed to impress on me that she is possessed of three 7s. That’s a powerhouse. Thus it was that during her New Year’s message when she announced that she was going to abdicate on January 14, 2024, the 52nd anniversary of her ascension, I wickedly howled then exclaimed, “And that is how you whack a piñata!” Despite that little battyfaced fabulist in the Fisher Price château, spending 25 minutes talking readily fished filler on Google, I knew without doubt Margrethe II’s reason for abdicating – the Danish constitution forbids the monarch from divorcing!

Crown Princess Mary of Denmark, breaks down in public whilst in New Zealand

So as the beautiful Crown Princess Mary had a meltdown in New Zealand over the Christmas break after being humilated by that orbital minor aristocrat with big dreams inspired by Queen Camilla, at all of three 7s, Margrethe had other ideas. No, indeed, unlike her recently departed third cousin, HLM Queen Elizabeth II, Margrethe II had no intentions of having her beloved grandchildren (Crown Prince Christian, Princess Isabella, Prince Vincent & Princess Josephine) endure the mental/emotional stress of a divorce’s fallout. Like a truly shrewd/amoral woman with first number of 7, Margrethe II signed the abdication papers at the Danish Parliament, got up, her grandson, Crown Prince Christian handed her, her cane and with that she announced, “God Save The King” turned and walked out, all before King Frederik X could sign and thus officially become king.

Trying to force a divorce by calling the paparazzi and masquerading the morning after in Madrid

Two libidinous piñatas whacked with the stroke of a pen. No need, lovely Mary to feel dispair and break down in public, Margrethe II has got things in control. Margrethe II was Queen for half a century; she’s got balls and knows her power. No protracted drama in the tabloids of cheating, scandals, separation, divorce and a possible remarriage replete with mariachi band for aspirant Danish Camilla.

King Frederik X & Queen Mary, January 14, 2024, Copenhagen

So before you could fan yourself and throw some serious side eye, Conchita deleted her social media presence within days of Mary rightfully taking her place in history as Queen, not having been divorced and dispensed with à la Diana, Princess of Wales to be replaced by a Camilla full of fillers. In short order, Margrethe II signed those documents, grabbed her cane and declared, ‘Now get out there and make my grandchildren’s mother, Mary, your Queen!” Damn right, Margrethe II does not run a pantomime.

George, Louis, Catherine & King Charles III at Sandringham, Christmas Day, 2023

Speaking of piñatas getting whacked… On Boxing Day, (December 26, 2023) I awoke from a rather lucid dream that was brief but potent; it was the last dream before awaking that day in late afternoon. In this the final dream, I came to where there was a couple engaged in kinky sexual play. Initially, the couple’s identity was not readily discernible as I came to in midstride into a bedroom where the couples heads were closer to me and down. Over the bottom’s right shoulder, the top partner’s head was buried whilst aggressively ploughing the bottom whose hands were bound to the bedposts with head turned away to left; the bottom was clearly gagged. The room was dimly lit and sparsely furnished. Ritualised, the couple hardly made noise, save for the bed’s motion; it was rough play.

Rough Play Bed

Abruptly, the top got from the bed and it proved to be Catherine; she would stilettos, a glossy PVC black bodysuit and wore a rather large-headed, upturned strapon. Aggressively, she took her leave of the room with William, #Peggalicius, remaining in bed spent. Prior to that, I had come to in another dream encounter with Catherine. This time, I onlooked as she arrived on what I assumed was Mustique where traditionally the family vacations at the home of the late Princess Margaret. This, though, was much too heavily trafficked; there were lots of yachts in the crystalline waters. I decided that for such a private island, there were too many super yachts here. Could it be St. Thomas U. S. Virgin Islands; however, there were no cruise ships. Not until several days later, in mid-January did the dream’s locale make sense. I then realised that the dream undoubtedly was set in St. Barths.

I swooped down from onhigh, after having arrived in an intensely lucid flying dream. I alighted and as I walked unobserved, I knew that my astrally projected dream body remained invisible. I strode along after a party of about eight persons. I continued on as the party was well removed from the noise and play of the wealthy persons about. There was a tall woman in a colourful muumuu, wearing a broadrimmed straw hat, large shades with blonde hair that bobbed at her shoulders. Stunned was I as I watched the overweight woman, once in a large private suite, get out of a fatsuit, toss aside the blonde wig on the bed, revealing that it was Catherine in disguise. She then came outside to a walled courtyard where a riot of creaping bourgainvillea blooms crowned the awning, affording shade and privacy. She sat in a long white lounge chair, wearing large predatory black shades whilst firmly speaking to someone on the large white phone; her tone was raspish, vile… predatory.

Dream foretelling HM Queen Elizabeth II’s passing

As with the preceding dream, it was dreamt on the eve of the73rd birthday of Prince Charles, the Prince of Wales in November, 2021. Readily, I committed the dream to this blog as I instinctually knew that HM The Queen would pass within the coming year; the following early September, 2022, she passed. There would be little credibility to the dream if I were to have shared it after The Queen’s passing. I awoke and knew straight away that I had to share the prophetic dream. So, too, were these sequential dreams of Catherine, Princess of Wales on Boxing Day, 2023, possessed of the sense of knowing and they were dreams which presaged things to come.

Top to Bottom: Centuries Old English Oak, Cedar of Lebanon at Althorp House & Millennial Yew

The next dream of a senior royal occurred just a couple of days after New Year’s Day, 2024. Since becoming sovereign in September, 2022, it was the first dream had of King Charles III. It is not uncommon to dream of persons with whom you have past life history that was positive; if they happen to be famous and thus recognisable from the waking state in the dreamtime, it is rare. Most times, such persons may well be alive but unkown to self and therefore a mystery though familiar in the dreamtime. This dream was one of high moment. HM King Charles III wore the most glorious saffron robe that was not golden and it draped on the zingy grass after him.

Healing Park of Tuning Fork Trees

Just as in the above dream entitled, “Come on, Let’s Go For A Ride!” All the trees here as in that park were perfectly shaped into topiary tuning forks. They were massive on the order of the giant redwoods of the American northwest; however, here these trees easily were thrice as tall as those ones. The air was pure and inordinately oxygen rich. There were only three types of trees in the dream as represented above: oaks, evergreens and yews, each a colassal trunked column whose branches halved and towered upwards forming perfect tuning forks. I had been in this place before, though, never with Merlin. I had been measurably gliding along drinking in the super negative ions of the place, upping my frequency in the process. I had thrown open my eyes and seen King Charles III coming towards me. Immediately, his exposed hands did not betray the thickened fingers of the waking state; they were long digits that were fluid, sensitive… creative. His age here betrayed his agedness of spirit; King Charles III is a seventh level mature warrior soul – Prince Archie, by the way, is also seventh level mature but a priest soul. They are both the oldest souls of all the senior royals whose overleaves I am aware of. These three majestic arborial species were triple-rowed and along a wide path that easily was wider and longer by ten times than both Windsor Castle’s and Blenheim Palace’s long walks.

Buster Meditating in Pyramid flanked by three George Hawkens, A Bill Reid & A Henry Moore

Comfortably ensconced in my trusty pyramid and lucidly self-aware, I began upping my vibration, drawing in the power and frequency of the trees about me. Swirling about me, the energy soon took on hues of blue-white light, which I directed upwards and outwards whilst King Charles III stood comfortably distant. The light grew more intense, the power more potent until effortlessly my lids fluttered and I awoke with the crystals still in place at the chakra points which rarely they remain during sleep.

Harry & his pa, Charles and his darling boy

Days later, as I looked at live TV, Prince Charles’s former communications secretary, Kristina Kyriacou, said on ITV, “No one could make Prince Charles laugh louder than Prince Harry could…” At that moment, you could have heard a pin drop; no one was better placed to have known this. Indeed, half of King Charles III’s healing was doubtless affected as Prince Harry walked into the salon at Clarence House and they greeted each other, “Hi pa” “Oh my darling boy,” they hugged and both lost tears. Nothing else, not the fabulist bullshit of that battyfaced crossdresser or the other royal experts whether outed by Archie Manners or not – they are all the fucking same… blithering, snobbish, bullshit artists.

EE BAFTA Awards Statuets

Talk about guilty conscience. Just looked at the 2024 EE BAFTA Awards and darling, I honestly had no clue that the shitty li’l racist island’s BAFTAs was specifically an awards ceremony for Blacks. Naturally, as #Peggalicious is president of BAFTA, the #EtonianPoofter has seen fit to fight back against the family having been categorically outed in Omid Scobie’s Endgame as dire anti-Black racists – as if it were not readily obvious at Prince Harry & Meghan’s wedding. Of course, going by those dreams, King Charles III would turn out to be stricken with cancer, hence the giant yew trees in the energy transference dream encounter – extracts from yew bark is used in cancer treatments. Of course, what better way to be rid of the otiose #Middledumb zombie but to push for a divorce. Naturally, as all is slight of hand with The Firm, Catherine has been mysteriously ill and indisposed for a least several months – has she been embalmed and The Firm awaiting the right time to stage the news and disposal. As per the dream, I rather suspect that whilst at Sandringham at Christmas, #Peggalicious violently demanded a divorce, #Middledumb the mute dominatrix, fled to Bucklebury and hightailed it to St. Barths by private jet, in cropped blonde wig and fatsuit no less, where for now, she is staying put with 80m£ worth of missing royal jewels.

HM King James I & his lover, George Villiers the Duke of Buckingham

Christian Jones, the Duke of Buckingham & Norfolk and Peggalicious besotted & Incandescent

Certainly, I cannot see them offering #Middledumb more than 40m£ to go away. Naturally, she has taken flight, not wanting to suffer the same fate that befell the eternally beautiful, Diana, Princess of Wales. It most certainly will be interesting to see if in due course, #Peggalicious makes Christian Jones, Duke of Buckingham & Norfolk; King James I certainly set the tone when making his lover, George Villiers, the Duke of Buckingham.

#Middlemuted Missing but is she missed?

Is it piñata whacking time one wonders?

At the one hour & twelfth minute mark of this landmark live performance in New York City on December 4, 1992, Diana Ross performs the best rendition of Strange Fruit since Billie Holiday. And what a stellar assembly of Jazz musicians it was!

Liner Notes:

Arranged By [Music Arranged By] – Gil Askey
[The BIg Band], Alto Saxophone – Frank Wess (tracks: 15 to 18), Justin Robinson (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Baritone Saxophone – Gary Smulyan (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Bass – Ron Carter (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Drums – Grady Tate (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Guitar – Ted Dunbar (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Piano – Barry Harris (2) (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Tenor Saxophone – Jerome Richardson (tracks: 15 to 18), Ralph Moore (2) (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Trombone – Garnett Brown (tracks: 15 to 18), Slide Hampton (tracks: 15 to 18), Urbie Greene* (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The BIg Band], Trumpet – Gil Askey (tracks: 15 to 18), John Longo (tracks: 15 to 18), Jon Faddis (tracks: 16 to 19), Roy Hargrove (tracks: 15 to 18), Stanton Davis (tracks: 15 to 18)
[The Band], Alto Saxophone – Justin Robinson (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Bass – Ron Carter (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Drums – Grady Tate (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Guitar – Ted Dunbar (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Piano – Barry Harris (2) (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Tenor Saxophone – Ralph Moore (2) (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Trombone – Urbie Greene* (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Band], Trumpet – Gil Askey (tracks: 1 to 10), Jon Faddis (tracks: 1 to 10), Roy Hargrove (tracks: 1 to 10)
[The Sextet], Drums – Grady Tate (tracks: 11 to 14)
[The Sextet], Piano – Bobby Tucker (tracks: 11 to 14)
[The Sextet], Tenor Saxophone – Jerome Richardson (tracks: 11 to 14)
[The Sextet], Trombone – Garnett Brown (tracks: 11 to 14)
[The Sextet], Trumpet – Gil Askey (tracks: 11 to 14), Jon Faddis (tracks: 11 to 14)
Executive Producer – Diana Ross
Leader [Music Director] – Jon Faddis
Producer – Ben Sidran
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Rage! Especially at a time like this, rage is the passion one feels at you having the audacity to speciously claim that Jazz has its roots in Klezmer… live on-air! You just know that faster than a sneeze, I was manically dialling up JazzFM and vituperatively emasculating the little fabulist fraud. You can squat all over the culture all you want; however, you are to Jazz what wings are to ostriches. Seriously, what do ostriches know of flight? More to the point, eagles do not give a goddamn that ostriches have wings. The audacity of you as one, enraptured by the language of Jazz, stratospherically soars twenty thousand feet above the oddity of you stealing, squatting… noise-making! Happy Black history month. Jazz, above all else, is the spiritual manifestation of that intensely enriched Black history!

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